Saturday night six of us piled into a minivan, dressed in as much green as we could find in our closets, and headed out to hit the bars. The bars were...packed even with the sucky weather we had been having. My "Kiss me, I'm Irish" button didn't generate too much heat because in almost every bar we hit there was a coed wearing a "Fuck me, I'm Irish" or an "Eat me, I'm Irish" t-shirt and of course the guys were wearing "Blow me, I'm Irish" shirts and hats.We drank, we danced and we had a good time. It was my turn to please her. I got onto my knees before her, pulled up her top and I was soon sucking a nipple into my mouth through her bra. She gripped my shoulders and sighed as my tongue flicked and sucked the little nub to full alertness. I roughly pulled down the cup of her bra and sucked her naked flesh into my mouth. God, it felt good. ‘Open your legs!’ I ordered as I pulled at the seam of her knickers, tearing them and letting her wet panties slip down her leg. My fingers began to. We’ll also need to have more of our people out to supervise, too.”“You think they’ll attack tonight?” Sawyer asked.“Not likely, but you never know with the NVA. With their support gone, I doubt it but it’s best to be prepared,” the Captain answered.Later at dinner, Sawyer handed out the assignments. I got to stay in the main commo bunker, as Meadows was needed out on the perimeter. I was beginning to feel left out.After dinner, we all went to our assigned locations. It was dark but the moon. I realized that Keith was right swinging was much more than just fucking each other or having sex. Perhaps it was the friendship and love I seemed to share with them or perhaps it all centered around Keith. I was unsure of why I had these feelings I only knew that I loved having them.Perhaps this devil had already taken our souls mixed them together with a small piece of his then given them back to us. Because everyone felt like family to me. It seemed they too gave me that safe, secure, loving.